“It is time,” as the expression goes. Time to start writing again in earnest; time to finish ‘Very Grateful’. A memoir? A biography? An autobiography? All of the above? none of the above? Somewhere in between? I don’t know what to call this celebration of my mother life, but I do know that I need to finish it, and that I need to do it now. I need to share the gifts that my mother gave to me, her family and the many people who knew her because these gifts are treasures worth spreading beyond her circle of acquaintances. Her gifts are for daughters and sons who are living with aging parents; they are for men and women who are circling seventy; and they are for everyone in between. They are gifts of love and faith. In order to immerse myself in this writing, I must let go of the other writing I am doing, particularly for this blog. I must dedicate all my physical and psychic time to it. And so, I’m going to hang up a “Gone Writing” sign for a while. Every Saturday I will check in to let you know how I’m doing, and maybe I will add a quote along the way. But during the week, I have “Gone Writing”.